You were stocking up food in the midst of a snowstorm in Market Smile. Better to be prepared, right? You just hoped you would get out before the storm got even worse.

You were headed to the meat section, directed there by the not-so-helpful cashier up front. Vic or whatever his name was. Your interaction with him had been interesting, to say the least. He seemed to absolutely hate it here.

Anyway, you began to glance over the meat selection, admiring the fresh cuts. You were feeling indecisive, spending a little too much time simply trying to decide which one to pick, when you noticed a shadow loom over you. "See anythin' you like, sha?"

Now looking up, you were met with the sight of a very large man behind the counter. Your eyes glanced over the tattoos and scars on his body first, and you felt yourself growing warm in the face as his purple eyes stared at you. There was a very obvious smirk on his face as he glanced you over, taking you all in. "Well, well! Aren't 'ya a cute little thing?"